When your user sends back all your invitationsAnd his friend's paranoia beganAnd you're finding some raving as a temptationWon't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

Now when all the Sony coders want back what they have lent youAnd their hardware is all that remainsAnd all your classmates start to resent youWon't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

Now when all the games that you have been playingAre all reset or foregoneAnd your memory seems to be frayingWon't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

When that red-headed fool makes those facesAnd he's sure that you're some sort of demonYou try to throw his innards to all sorts of placesWon't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?

Now when the owner whose attention you asked forOnly mopes 'bout Kimiko and complainsAnd you want somebody you don't have to beg forWon't you come see me, Ping-chan? Won't you come see me, Ping-chan?